The Gift of Rain, Dew and Wind (folktale)
Once upon a time, in this world, there were two brothers. One was very rich, the other very poor...
Once upon a time, in this world, there were two brothers. One was very rich, the other very poor...
Once upon a time, across the Peruvian Sea, over the glass mountains, there was a poor woman. She had a son. He would have guarded a piglet if he had guarded it, for he did nothing but harm everywhere...
Not far from Torda, near the waters of the Golden River, there is a mountain called Tóder. At the top of this mountain there was once a big, shiny castle called Fairy Castle, but today you can only see its ruins...
Once upon a time, in the past, in the present, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past, in the past...
There was once a poor lad. This poor lad was married to a rich girl, but he took little pleasure in his riches, for she always made him vomit that he had everything, down to the last penny...
Once upon a time, across seven hundred and seventeen countries, even across the Peruvian Sea, there was a king and his son. When this prince grew to be a great old man, he said to his father...
Once upon a time, across seven and seven countries, there was a magpie and his six sons. This magpie wanted to have his sons baptized, but he couldn't find a priest to baptize them...
Once upon a time, across seven countries, even across the Peruvian Sea, there was a poor lad, Peter the Strong...
When the world was created, animals were on great friendly terms, not chasing each other as they do now. The dog was particularly friendly with the rabbit...
Once upon a time, across seventeen countries, even beyond the glass mountains, where the little pig with the short tail is prowling, there was a canary child...
Once upon a time, across seventeen countries, even across the Peruvian Sea, there was a king. This king fell so ill that no matter how many miracle doctors were summoned from all over the world, none could cure him...
Once upon a time, in a land far beyond seven and seven countries, there was a king and his beautiful and fair daughter. The princes and princesses gave each other the door handle, and it was the turn of the princess to choose a husband...
A folktale is a tale that has been woven with wonderful, even magical elements. It is passed down by oral tradition, its author is unknown. Folktales are recorded by collectors.
There are several versions of a folk tale. So you shouldn't be surprised if someone else tells it in a different way. This makes the world of folktales even more special.
Did you know that folktales have magic numbers? Like 3, 7, 9 or 13.
A folk tale begins and ends with a characteristic. I'll tell you that in a folk tale, good always triumphs, so even if the story is a little exciting, you know that the end of the story will be good.
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